mine eye is dim by reason of sorrow,

and all my members are as a shadow

my days are past,

my purposes are broken off,

even the thoughts of my heart

and where is now my hope?

as for my hope, who shall see it?

they change the night into day:

the light is short because of darkness.

if i wait, the grave is mine house:

i have made my bed in the darkness

i have said to [bad word] 

Thou art my father:

to the worm,

Thou art my mother, and my sister